"A. Nook." Tracer said, very carefully and slowly,like he was pronouncing a very special proper name. It made him smile, his head finding his grandfather-brother's shoulder for a moment as they walked, no matter how awkward that looked, then he straightened. "Mushroom omelets and crepes and eggs a thousand different ways, every morning. Later on weekends." They had a logo and a catchphrase that Faith had come up with and he could never remember. "A nook in your life..." He said aloud, that was part of it, he was sure. "Harmony's paintings on the wall and neutral space, sometimes family comes."